Schaer Street Loop/Orange Street Loop

My legs were sore this morning from the three-mile run Monday night. I walked the Schaer Street Loop in 1:19:00. It poured from about the two-mile mark forward. While out there, for some odd reason, I conjured my idea of heaven, assuming we could set it up anyway we want, like a plate at the Waffle House. Here's what I'd order, after I'd stepped in from an easy, sub-forty-minute jog of the Park Hill Loop, and a seventy-eight from the back at First Tee: Nothing on TV except major golf tournaments and NFL and MLB playoff games, Triple Crown races and Charlie Rose (with no guests from the theatre, or from music, other than the guys I liked when I was a kid, like James Taylor, Willie Nelson, or Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young in any order); unlimited supplies of Milwaukee's Best and Grizzly fine-cut snuff (which hasn't been in my head for two years and a month); steaks, fried chicken, fried eggs, French fries, hash-brown potatoes, butter, a jar of Helman's Mayonnaise, and a shaker of salt; and a petepretty woman to occasionally say, "I'm happier than god."

This evening I jogged and walked the Orange Street Loop in 35:30, with splits of 11:42, 12:46, and 11:02. My hamstrings are still sore, but overall my legs felt springy. I ran for a total of 17:30.